This morning the first thing DH says to me is: I had the weirdest dream.
I held up a hand and replied: Wait, before you say anything, can your dream top this?
I had a dream about watching a dancing cello ensemble [yes, two dozen men dancing and playing cellos] led by Edward James Olmos [Commander Adama].
As if that wasn't odd enough, afterward, I went to a restaurant where the bathroom was accessed through the oven. When they closed the kitchen down, they closed the bathroom down too. The mean waitress refused to let me order pastrami on rye [which I don't even like] but I was mad that I couldn't have it.
DH was silent for a bit, then he launched into his tale of joining the presidental election campaign in Washington and bringing the dog with us. At one point he took Saber to Burger King and bought him four whoppers.
I said: That's not your dream. That's the dog's dream. You must be channeling him.
Nevertheless, I still win.